"Is this real?" Bucky asked, looking down at his own body. Dressed in colours he hadn't worn in over a century. The khaki wool rough against his hands as he pokes himself to make sure his eyes aren't tricking him.
"As real as it's gonna get, Buck," Steve says.
"No, no, no. How come you get to look like that?" He spins on his boots, pointing at his friend. "You're about, what, seventy years too fashionable?"
Steve stands in an almost black suit, studying his hands as if he doesn't quite believe any of it. In the light around you, you can see there is a blue to his clothes, hair slicked back towards his crown as he manages a smile. Teeth white between the curls of his beard.
It's you that struggles with it, really. Not quite sure what's happened along the way but you're not complaining.
Your best boys are standing in front of you now, Steve with a hand on his hip and he's shocked by the touch.
"This is so real." He says.
"You doing all right, doll?" Bucky asks, looking down at you under the peak of his cap.
"Did you just doll me?" You say, reaching for the hand he offers you and he pulls you off the floor.
"I suppose I did. Sorry." He looks back towards Steve now, brows furrowed in confusion.
"Don't be sorry, I liked it." You smile.
"I miss my metal arm." Bucky clenches his left fist, studying the skin he's not seen in decades.
"So do I." You nudge him with your elbow and he smiles back, his lips curling at the ends.
"Oh is that right? Doll."
It's your lips that form a smile now as you suck them into your mouth to try and hide what it does to you. That word. The way he says it. His face without a beard. The green of his uniform.
"Can anyone see what we do here? Back at the compound, I mean." You ask, looking around.
It was a new system they were implementing, training without the risk of injuries. Virtual reality, but it felt more real than anything else. Every touch registering to the you back in the machine.
"No, just us," Steve says.
"No one's monitoring?" You ask, double-checking.
"I'm still mad about the arm." Bucky's stroking at his sleeve now, fingers trailing against wool instead of metal and he looks lost. "I don't even have a rifle, what am I supposed to against the enemies?"
"Charm them to death?" You offer winking at him.
Steve rolls his eyes at that. "I didn't set any enemies for this trial, it's just a test. Wanted to see if you could hack it, you know?"
"I bet you rigged it, didn't you?" Bucky asks. "Thought you'd stand more of a chance with Y/N with you looking all, well, big. And me, well, like this."
You smile between them, arms folded as you wait for Steve to answer.
"Is that right, Rogers?"
"No."
"Doll, who would you pick. I mean, I definitely had the advantage in the forties, this guy was too scrawny for any girl."
"Ouch." Steve's hand slaps at his chest. "Well, I'm clearly the better option now."
"Who's the better kisser?" You ask, and they look at each other as if they'd know. "Hold on."
It's Bucky you go to first. Hand tight around his tie as you pull him towards you. Your head pushes against the peak of his cap, messing his perfectly parted hair which makes you want him even more. His eyes are already closed when his lips meet yours.
They're soft and wet as he pushes his tongue towards your lips, the tip just touching your teeth. His hands grip at your hips and pull you towards him, his crotch warm against yours.
"Hmmm." You pull away, meeting the darkness in a pool of blue in his eyes as he licks at the taste of you on his lips. "Steady on, soldier. Rogers?"
He looks at you, head titled slightly and a single strand of hair falls against his forehead. Then his eyes move to the man standing behind you.
"Fine." Steve cups your face before bringing you in for a kiss. His lips are just as soft as Bucky's but the beard tickles the top of your mouth.
He doesn't use his tongue but you feel yourself wanting to give yours to him, needing him to clamp it between his teeth as you catch your breath. But you pull away.
"So?" Bucky pipes up, looking at you for answers as he straightens his hat.
"Hmm. I mean, I might have to go again, just to make sure."
"Forget it," Steve says.
But Bucky... no, Sergeant James Buchanan Barnes flashes you a smile before pulling towards him by the waist again, ducking his head so he can reach your mouth. Still soft. And slow, teasing your lips with his tongue.
His hands ghost against your arms before one makes its way into your hair, almost clenching strands between his fingers as he takes as much as you're willing to give. You can feel his lips curl into that smile that makes you weak in the knees when he draws away for breath, his face a beautiful blur in front of you.
"What are we doing?" Steve asks with a sigh, reminding you of where you were stood.
"Having some fun, Cap." You say, pulling him towards you by one of his shoulder straps.
"I don't think this is a good idea."
"Why not?" Bucky's eyes are wide and dark as he speaks, that cheeky grin on his face as he looks at his friend.
"We still have to work with each other outside of this, this thing."
"What stays in the Rift Reality stays in the Rift Reality, right?"
Bucky's the first to nod, his hat almost bouncing on his head.
"Feel free to say no, Rogers, I'll have her all to myself." He says, fingers kneading at your waist.
"Fine," Steve says. "We have about seven minutes left before we're pulled out."
"Oh, so no foreplay then?" You ask, hand still grasp at his strap as you pull him to join you and Bucky.
You're warm between them as your lips move from one mouth to the other, tongue teasing their smiles. They taste so different.
You think there's a tint of alcohol to Bucky's spit as if he was scared of being put into the Rift. Steve is just a sweet wetness.
It's Bucky's fingers that find your skin first, tips leaving goosebumps in their trail as they move up your back. You gasp from his touch and he brings his mouth to your neck to help your balance.
It happens quite quick from there, Steve glancing at his arm and you can see the seconds disappearing.
They just stare at you when you take your clothes off, Bucky biting at his lip as he goes to give you his hat.
"Keep that on, soldier." You say, and even though he tilts his head at you, surprised by your command he does as he's told. His lip in his mouth when you slide your knickers down your legs.
Steve tries to stay composed, eyes narrow as he nods. "Five minutes."
It's them rushing now, letting their trousers fall to their feet as you stand between them, trying to decide who gets what.
They're fighting for your face now, hands rough against your hair as they pull you away from the other man. Wanting you. All of you.
Four minutes.
Your hands grip at their cocks. Hard in your palms as you tug, teasing them. Bucky closes his eyes, breathing shallow through his nose as his lips disappear again. Steve can keep his eyes open but he gasps, body juddering with each thrust and he almost pulses against your fingers.
"You boys have to decide who gets what."
"Hmmm." Bucky manages, lips wet when he finally opens his mouth but his breaths are still sharp. "I'll take any part of you, doll."
"I've always been an ass man," Steve says, hands coming around to hold your cheeks. "So, as long as I see this beautiful piece of art I'm happy."
"Good, it's decided then."
You get onto your knees, hands flat against the floor as you wait.
"What are you doing?" Steve whispers as if he's afraid someone might hear him.
"Waiting, apparently."
Bucky knows exactly what to do, of course, joining you but he rests his hands on your shoulders.
You don't hesitate, not wanting to waste any time waiting or letting doubts creep into your mind.
Your mouth finds his cock, tongue leading the way down his shaft as your lips follow and his grip tightens against your skin as he whips his head back. The cap falls to the floor, hair now free and it still had a bounce to it even though it's shorter than what you're used to.
You push back against Steve as he finds your opening, stroking at your wet lips before leading his cock inside of you.
Three minutes
And you stop sucking, just for a moment. To catch your breath.
Bucky doesn't like it.
He looks down at you, almost breathless as he digs his hands into your hair before thrusting his length back into your mouth. Over and over again.
And you fake them both, their fingers digging into your skin as they hold you in place. And it all feels so real. It's Steve's hands that form a fist against your waist as he swallows at stifled moans. Watching your ass bounce against the blue of his uniform.
Bucky enjoys the view, too, letting a finger stroke at your shoulders as he studies the arch in your back as you bounce.
Two minutes.
You're not sure who gets closest the quickest, lost in the moans and the slapping of skin around you. Struggling to breathe around the length of Bucky and your legs starting to shake because of Steve.
One minute.
"Oh, doll." Bucky moans, head back again as his eyes roll.
"Y/N..." Steve manages between breaths.
He holds his hand out towards his best friend to show him the seconds slipping by but Bucky just sees a flat palm, slapping it with his own. High-fiving Rogers with you between them.
Time out.
You're breathless when you're pulled out, fighting for air as soon as the lid is pulled off you. Your skin is hot to touch, but not a single drop of sweat to be seen.
You see him smirking at you as you spin to sit off the side of your Rift. He's clenching his metal hand as if to make sure it works. That this is real now.
Steve sits on the edge of the Rift next to Bucky and they fight for your gaze now, not kisses.
Very aware they're now wearing more clothes than you had been. This time you have a bra and knickers cover your decency. They're in nothing but boxers, chests rising as they breathe. Catching the air you'd stolen in the virtual reality.
"I can't believe you gave me a high five," Steve whispers to Bucky as the staff rush around the three of you, registering vitals.
"I thought that's what you wanted, how was I supposed to know?"
"Well, who does that?"
"You two, apparently." You pipe up, reading your heart rate from one of the monitors but not really understanding the numbers. "I've never been to Paris before." You smile at them, your tongue running across your lips. But you can't taste them anymore.
"Paris?" Tony's voice travels from the stairs as he walks towards you, sunglasses at the tip of his nose.
"Uh, yeah." You gulp when he stands close, feeling your cheeks burn.
"Shouldn't have been in Paris." He shakes his head, reading some notes on the clipboard that the nurse holds. He shakes his head when she offers it to him. "Something's gone wrong, that's not right. Hmm." His eyes scan the three of you, narrowing slightly as Bucky avoids meeting his gaze. "I'll look into it, the reality is automatically recorded so I'll fix it."
"No!"